When Luo Qianqian arrived at the small wooden house, she saw an old man who was barely breathing, just lying on the ground, while Yan stood by, looking calm and composed.
"What happened? What's wrong with this old man? Did he faint from hunger? Or was he bitten by a snake? Or scared by a wild animal? Or is it a heart attack? Is he just too old?" Luo Qianqian bombarded with a series of questions before stopping.
Yan stood to the side, his face reflecting a myriad of emotions because of these questions.
A moment later, he glanced at the old man on the ground: "…probably from hunger."
"Alright then, a life is a life… He really fainted from hunger, right? Not planning to scam us, is he? He doesn't have poison or weapons on him, right? Should we catch some fish and toss it next to him?" Luo Qianqian remained skeptical about this place's small wooden house, as after all, how would an ordinary old man show up in such a place?
